in the simple pleasures of reading [Derek] Mahon. If you want "big" Yeatsian stanzas, they are here in abundance; jewels of haiku, go no farther; lyrical languor, sparking irony, wry humour, demotically discursive derring-do, Zen-like epiphany, the art of poetry is displayed in all its teeming variousness on every page. Not as a manual of affectation and demonstrative style but as a craftsman who sees language as the raw material that has to be properly used; as a consequence, the work is phenomenal. If Joyce really did think that Dublin could be reconstructed from Ulysses , Mahon's New Collected Poems will similarly provide time-capsule proof of late-20th- and early-21st-century transatlantic life.from The Irish Times: So much going on it could make a soul dizzy
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